Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.